Disembodied Child Voice: “Moooom?”
Me: “Yeah?”
Logan: “That was the cartoon, Mom.”
Apparently I even answer to cartoon characters.
Realizations
1. It sucks to have the Most Wonderful Time of the Year snatched from your clutches by a kid with a fever.
2. My son (who never stops talking) never stops talking with a fever.
3. I’m desperately praying it’s “just a virus that will take a few days” since we have no insurance.
4. If I succumb to this, I don’t want to know what my house will look like on the other side.
5. Speaking of, I forget to buy zicam.
6. Childrens mucinex is “spicy and disgusting.”
7. Buying day/night meds for kids and adults (in case we all succumb) cost $60 we didn’t have.
8. Ears and throat don’t hurt (good). He also said that when he had an ear infection, sinus infection, eye infection, and the flu all at once (bad.). I took him to the doctor when the mystery fever got to 105 and “nothing hurts.”
9. I hate when they’re sick and I all I can offer is medicine and juice. I thought the cape I wear is supposed to give me super powers. I should get my money back.
New Feed
So, I’m updating the look of the blog, and as part of that had to check on my feed for something. I went to Feedburner and discovered that apparently my feed ended… Oh about a year ago. I have now fixed it. So those people I show up for out of the blue in your reader? Yeah. I’ve been around. You just didn’t know it.
Anyway – In case you’re curious, here the official “real” feed. Sheesh. Talk about Blogging 101.
Tough
Reality is tough around here.
Reality – my husband, if he’s home, is usually asleep. Because he’s working while we sleep. It’s tough. He (and we) do it anyway.
Reality – my mother’s in the hospital. Again. It was touch and go for a while. Again. I helped my dad decide on a DNR, should it come to that. It’s tough.
Reality – my son takes mental health medication. He’s been off his meds for 6 days due to a medical insurance/Cobra payment company snafu of Ginormous Proportions. “Just pay and we’ll reimburse you.” Sure! Let me just grab that $900 I have lying around. Not. And yes, that’s what my son’s meds cost per month. It’s tough.
Life is tough. There’s not a lot that one can actually control. That’s rough on a control freak like myself. I’m trying to do what I can to control what’s in the realm that I can. So I’m organizing the household, decorating, cleaning out, trying to make sure it’s a peaceful place from the crazyness. I’m trying to learn how to do things from scratch to save money. I make my own laundry detergent now. I’m learning how to make bread. Little steps one at a time. I’m learning more about emergency preparedness. Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of money right now, so certain things need to wait, but it’s on the list.
Control what you can to prepare for what you can’t. I’m trying to do that.
Welcome
I’m sitting here clipping my coupons in preparation to marathon grocery shop tomorrow. On one sheet there are three different coupons: Prilosec (which I use due to my GERD and ulcers), diapers, and toilet paper.
It is perfect.
A ton of diapers, a whole lot of shit, and ulcers.
Welcome to parenthood.
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